midnight cowgirl
Jan. 19th, 2007 02:15 amIn the elevator tonight a girl looked surprised when she saw the floor button I pushed. 'Are you a spring admit?' she asked. 'I practically live on the 6th floor.'
I had never seen her before, either, but she and her boyfriend awkwardly introduced themselves and shook my hand.
I saw my RA for the first time in over two months. He did a double-take of semi-non-recognition before continuing in the opposite direction.
And to top it off, the girl who lives in the room across from mine screamed when I entered the floor bathroom today. I really am that scary in person.
I'm contemplating charging 1.50 an hour for essay help. That's what I make copy-editing, and though I know I'm only brain-storming/giving suggestions I'm starting to feel like I'm taking 6 classes helping out Xiaolin with her paper. She's quite perceptive and driven but doesn't trust her abilities enough and becomes so focused on writing a thoroughly analytical paper that she unnecessarily stresses herself out and blocks out the free flow of thought. I am very tempted to stick her on the next bus to Beverly Hills or Pasadena or somewhere in LA that's fun and make her take the day off because she might burn out at this rate, and I don't want that to happen to her.
I wonder if her influence is rubbing off on my work habits, because I find myself yelling at myself for only finishing the reading for 4 out of 5 of my classes for the rest of the month. Part of me recognizes how ridiculous I'm being, but I do sometimes wonder if I have a fundamental inability to prioritize. I've become obsessed with a lot of stuff related to the future - finding an apartment (well, this one is a lot more immediately pressing, so I guess it doesn't count), finding a job/paid internship for this summer, trying to figure out my other major/minor, grad school. I'm seriously thinking about limiting my involvement with the sitcom because the hours tend to be long and erratic so I can be a psych research assistant and tutor and volunteer for CALPIRG. Basically, I'm operating on a 'I should...' basis, which doesn't really make me that different from Xiaolin in some ways. Sleeping in when I can is a luxury I treasure.
I had never seen her before, either, but she and her boyfriend awkwardly introduced themselves and shook my hand.
I saw my RA for the first time in over two months. He did a double-take of semi-non-recognition before continuing in the opposite direction.
And to top it off, the girl who lives in the room across from mine screamed when I entered the floor bathroom today. I really am that scary in person.
I'm contemplating charging 1.50 an hour for essay help. That's what I make copy-editing, and though I know I'm only brain-storming/giving suggestions I'm starting to feel like I'm taking 6 classes helping out Xiaolin with her paper. She's quite perceptive and driven but doesn't trust her abilities enough and becomes so focused on writing a thoroughly analytical paper that she unnecessarily stresses herself out and blocks out the free flow of thought. I am very tempted to stick her on the next bus to Beverly Hills or Pasadena or somewhere in LA that's fun and make her take the day off because she might burn out at this rate, and I don't want that to happen to her.
I wonder if her influence is rubbing off on my work habits, because I find myself yelling at myself for only finishing the reading for 4 out of 5 of my classes for the rest of the month. Part of me recognizes how ridiculous I'm being, but I do sometimes wonder if I have a fundamental inability to prioritize. I've become obsessed with a lot of stuff related to the future - finding an apartment (well, this one is a lot more immediately pressing, so I guess it doesn't count), finding a job/paid internship for this summer, trying to figure out my other major/minor, grad school. I'm seriously thinking about limiting my involvement with the sitcom because the hours tend to be long and erratic so I can be a psych research assistant and tutor and volunteer for CALPIRG. Basically, I'm operating on a 'I should...' basis, which doesn't really make me that different from Xiaolin in some ways. Sleeping in when I can is a luxury I treasure.